Sebastian

Miss Elliott:
[answering the phone] Abbey nine seven double three...

Rebecca Howard:
Is there someone there called, Sebastian... oh... Sebastian someone?

Miss Elliott:
Mister Sebastian...

Rebecca Howard:
I met him in Oxford in the spring and he offered me a job

Miss Elliott:
Hold on

Sebastian:
[to Sebastian] A girl who says you offered her a job... in the spring

Sebastian:
In the spring?

Miss Elliott:
At Oxford

Sebastian:
Ah! Licence number 66-0-F-Y-H [he picks up the handset] Let me smother you in jewels and furs; let me whisk you to Monte in my Mercedes...

Rebecca Howard:
What?

Sebastian:
...Let me teach you the meaning of desire

Rebecca Howard:
Sounds a bit old-fashioned to me

Sebastian:
Yeah, well it is rather an old-fashioned business

Rebecca Howard:
What do you do?

Sebastian:
[to Miss Elliott] what do we do?

Miss Elliott:
[picks up handset] This is Mister Sebastian's personal assistant. We are a more-or-less sane and respectable department of the Civil Service, appearances notwithstanding. Would you like me to arrange an interview?

Rebecca Howard:
Civil Service? Good God! No thank you very much

Miss Elliott:
[to Sebastian] Well, you've lost her. Is she any good?

Sebastian:
Don't know. Can't tell.

Miss Elliott:
You've been doing rather a lot of this stuff recently

Sebastian:
A lot of what stuff?

Miss Elliott:
Gaily irresponsible stuff. This fart-arsing about. It's time you took a proper holiday